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BLOOD BANK
Vol.2
The Breakfast
Of The Gods
And behold, I dreamed another dream; and lo, I was lifted up by Mercury, messenger
of the Gods, and carried to
Mount Olympus. There did he
hide me behind the curtains in
the Breakfast Room of the Gods,
amidst the garbage cans. And
behold, my knees smoth one another, lest I should cause the
garbage cans to clatter, and
arouse the wrath of Zeus.
Now, I was seated on the lid
of one of the garbage cans, and
the door did fly open, and Mars,
God of War did enter. He did
sit down right heavily, and looked around for his Corn Flakes.
Com Flakes were there none,
so Mars did smite the table, and
did roar rightly lustily, so that
mine ear-drums were well nigh
split: "Where the Hell is the
Corn Flakes?" and the steward
did meekly reply, "There aint
none." Now the mouth of Mars
) did open, and there postled together in his throat many strong
words, and I did verily see the
air turn blue.
Before Mars was eaten up out
of rage, Neptune, God of the
Sea did enter. Neptune, like
all good sea-farers, did return
right late the night before, and
was verily stupified. And Mars,
when he did behold Neptune,
I did laugh, and did jibe Neptune,
saying, 'What'll you have old
man?" and Neptune did reply,
"Shuddup. No, don't, I'll have
a very stiff pick-me-up." And
the steward did bring one.
By this time, Mars had been
brought a substitute for his Corn
Flakes, even'Wheaties, and he
did swallow these with great
1 gusto, and did request his ham
and eggs.
The Gods were nearly all assembled now, and there was a
general discussion: Zeus did
cause more marmalade to be
brought, "for" he said, "the stuff
they give us here nearly chokes
me."
Now Perseus did open his
mouth and spake, saying, "I ran
into that woman Nemesis yesterday, and she made a pass at me.
I think she's trying to lay a trap
for me. Next time I see her,
I'm going to commit suicide in
the true classical style." And
Zeus replied, saying, "Don't be
a fat-head. I'll send along
1 Cupid, that'll fix her."
Now Bacchus did enter: his
eyes were mightily bloodshot,
and his visage gray. "Behold,"
he said, "I got a hang-over, but
I had a wonderful time last
night. Oh, by the way, Zeus, I
wrecked a chariot of yours, I'll
pay you for it sometime. The
trouble is, I had too much nectar
and ambrosia. Boy, you shoulda
seen Apollo, he was spiflicated!"
And lo, my foot did now take
o upon itself to have a sleep, and
■ the God of pain did cause many
pins and needles to enter into
the flesh thereof, and I did
THE
MUSE
SUPPORT THE
BLOOD BANK
St. John's, Newfoundland, Thursday, December 13, 1951
No. 4
UBC Students To Receive
Reds For Academic Session
Canadian Universities Disagree Over Proposed Exchange
With Soviets
Meet
Hilary Vernon
By MARIE DARCY
The doorbell rang, a maid answered the call, and upon enquiry, pointed to a nearby room,
saying, "She's in there." The
room seemed empty, but in a
far corner a little bundle of
blonde and grey was curled up
in a cozy chair, engrossed in a
book. A knock on the door
brought a delicate white fact into view, and Miss Hilary Vernon emerged from her favourite occupation to greet ouxMuse
reporter.
Miss Vernon is a delightfully
charming person, displaying all
the graces of a story-book actress. She appears in real life
very much as her audiences see
her every week in the London
Theatre Company—a rather reserved, yet often vivaciously
captivating woman, capable of
portraying a great variety of
characters. }Miss Vernon seems
to live the roles she plays, for
one could note in her walk a
touch of "Jean" m "Tons | of
Money," the part she happened
to be doing at the time. But
this is only to be expected of an
actress whose career has had
more than a faint touch of a
fairy-tale whimsy.
(Continued on Page 4)
While attending a conference of the Communist dominated
International Union of Students in Warsaw last year, the Canadian
delegate, a pre-med student from the University of Montreal, hit
upon the idea of inviting twenty Russian college students to study
for a term in Canadian Universities, and sending, of course, twenty
Canadians to carry on their work in the Soviet Union. The Russians were willing to accept the invitation.
, , .—-,
When the delegate presented
his idea to the National Federation of Canadian University
Students, (of which Memorial is
not a member,) at their conference in London, Ontario last
month, it |was rejected. The
Federation claimed that Russia
would send practiced propagandists, probably even trained
spies, while the Canadian University students would be merely curious intellectuals. Their
decision proved the spark to
an explosion of controversy on
Canadian Campi.
Many suggested that any
student who would volunteer to
go to Russia would most likely
be inclined toward Communism
anyway. The student newspaper
at Acadia insisted that our students would not be capable or
arguing politically or economically with the Russian students.
M c G i 1 1 University stood
strongly behind the Warsaw delegates idea, and in a student
poll, voted heavily in favour of
the exchange. The University
of British Columbia disregarded
the NFCUS' decision, and cabled the Soviet Minister of Higher Education, with an invitation for three Russian students
to visit British Columbia.
Some time ago there had been
an exchange of Russian and
British University students, and
Denis Lazure, the man responsible for the uproar, speaking at
the McGill University Union
rooms, said he saw no reason
why the Canadian attempt
should not work out. "Know
your enemy," he said, "know
those with whom you must
deal in the world."
It seems that many before us
found out through sad experience, that dealing with a Russian is a practical impossibility.
By last week, many colleges
were gradually coming to the
support of Lazure's idea, and
college papers across Canada
sported editorials in favour of
the exchange of students. Now
that one or two have succeeded
in being quoted in leading magazines, many will support the
exchange merely for the sake of
being radical or different. Said
the University of Toronto's Varsity: "If Canadians are afraid to
admit foreign visitors, just because their ideas are diametrically opposed, then we have
lost our faith in Democratic
institutions." It should seem
move. So also did the garbage
cans move, and so did Apollo,
who was seated nearest the curtain. He ripped back the curtain and did behold me. 'Aha,
quoth he, "What have we here?
A mortal, by Gad. Have some
breakfast?" Verily, I have never
yet tasted of the God's Breakfast
and I was anxious and sore
tempted to dp so; but here, dust
and ashes be upon my head, I
awoke.
Council
Campaigns
For Cooperation
Last week the Students Representative Council opened
their long-planned campaign
for discipline in the college. At
the beginning of each year the
heads of the various departments are accustomed to address the freshmen students, explaining the rules of the Uni-
cersity, and their necessity.
There rules are promulgated,
but not rigidly enforced throughout the year. In some cases at
least, they are completely ignored. Last week the SRC decided to enforce the regulations,
and held a student assembly to
introduce the matter. The rules
were explained by Mr. Lewis,
regarding the Gymnasium, and
smoking in the building. There
were vague threats of what
would happen if students were
caught consistently ignoring the
rules, and this caused some aspect of rebellion. An honour
system would be much more
complimentary, certainly to
fourth year students, but probably would not work for all.
Therefore the radicals object to
being threatened with punitive
action. Certainly it was rather
tactless of the Council to introduce a picture of a student being arrigned before them for
disobeying the rules. If they
could contain themselves for a
week or two, and let the rules
settle among the students, and
then crack down on the few
who will always disobey, they
would not receive so much opposition. You cannot censure a
fourth year student because he
is resentful at being jotted down
in Mr. Dickinson's black book,
when caught with a cigarette
between the common-room and
the stairway. We sincerely urge
the SRC to drop their "lettres de
cachet" attitude; and give students a week to swallow their resentment before speaking of
punishments.
more logical to argue that we
Canadian students are afraid to
trust ourselves with the seasoned Communists that the Russians may well turn out to be,
and we are merely locking the
stable while the horse is still
there. This subject would be
excellent material for a debate,
when the Engineers return the
challenge they accepted last
week.
There might be some small
advantage gained through having a student from each University come back from Moscow to tell us of his adventures
there, but it could not measure
up to the damage that may be
done by Russian agents interesting some of our restless students
their ideoligies. It may seem
silly to call visiting University
students Communist agents, but
the best attitude to adopt towards our friends across the pool
is the "put-nothing-past-them"
attitude.
The Pre-Med
Social
Yes, folks, the great Pre-Med
Social is over for this year, and
what a social it was. Wednesday in the Annex, the ballroom
was gaily decorated, thanks to
Harold Megann and his followers, the theme designed by
Derm Duggan, the decorator at
Bowrings.
Johnnie Johnson's band made
their debut at Memorial, and
were especially good on the
Christmas numbers. The fun
started at eight thirty with a
grand march around the hall,
and you may have gotten a
chance to dance with unknown
people. Two vigirous Rhaspas
were played, the only refreshment going to Bob Shapter and
Eileen Greene, Don Whelan and
Mary Green. They had to drink
a bottle of milk from an authentic baby bottle. Naturally Bob
Shapter won this.
Professor Fraser presented
the football trophy to Fred
Bradbrook, the captain of the
Pre-Med championship team.
The Elimination Dance, won
by Pat Sumner and Tom Cahill,
resulted in a tortuous rendition of White Christmas, for
which they received two prizes.
It appears that Larry was
celebrating his birthday, also.
Someone heard him boasting of
his manhood, and we all sang
him happy returns.
The SRC succeeded in having
the fun prolonged until one
o'clock, and all the dancers appreciated the extra hour, especially on future socials.
The Pre-Meds again wish to
thank our genial Professor Fraser
and his wife who chaperoned
the social, and we suggest Ed
Quinlan take up toast-mastering-
Orchestra
Debuts At
Buckmasters
Field
The Music Makers of Memorial who received such a wonderful reception from the students at their dance in aid of the
drums a fortnight ago, turned
commercial and played their
first engagement at the Men's
Mess in Buckmaster's Field last
week.
The fee will still go to 'pay
for the drums, but from this on
the musicians can lavish the
wealth on themselves. The
orchestra members were rather
nervous over their first audience,
but received a wonderful reception at the Field. Jeannine
Farmer's singing was thoroughly enjoyed, and this time a work^
ing microphone did justice to
her voice.
The Music Makers plan another dance for the students
some time after the Christmas
break, and we hope all students
will be on hand to help them.

SUPPORT THE
BLOOD BANK
Vol.2
The Breakfast
Of The Gods
And behold, I dreamed another dream; and lo, I was lifted up by Mercury, messenger
of the Gods, and carried to
Mount Olympus. There did he
hide me behind the curtains in
the Breakfast Room of the Gods,
amidst the garbage cans. And
behold, my knees smoth one another, lest I should cause the
garbage cans to clatter, and
arouse the wrath of Zeus.
Now, I was seated on the lid
of one of the garbage cans, and
the door did fly open, and Mars,
God of War did enter. He did
sit down right heavily, and looked around for his Corn Flakes.
Com Flakes were there none,
so Mars did smite the table, and
did roar rightly lustily, so that
mine ear-drums were well nigh
split: "Where the Hell is the
Corn Flakes?" and the steward
did meekly reply, "There aint
none." Now the mouth of Mars
) did open, and there postled together in his throat many strong
words, and I did verily see the
air turn blue.
Before Mars was eaten up out
of rage, Neptune, God of the
Sea did enter. Neptune, like
all good sea-farers, did return
right late the night before, and
was verily stupified. And Mars,
when he did behold Neptune,
I did laugh, and did jibe Neptune,
saying, 'What'll you have old
man?" and Neptune did reply,
"Shuddup. No, don't, I'll have
a very stiff pick-me-up." And
the steward did bring one.
By this time, Mars had been
brought a substitute for his Corn
Flakes, even'Wheaties, and he
did swallow these with great
1 gusto, and did request his ham
and eggs.
The Gods were nearly all assembled now, and there was a
general discussion: Zeus did
cause more marmalade to be
brought, "for" he said, "the stuff
they give us here nearly chokes
me."
Now Perseus did open his
mouth and spake, saying, "I ran
into that woman Nemesis yesterday, and she made a pass at me.
I think she's trying to lay a trap
for me. Next time I see her,
I'm going to commit suicide in
the true classical style." And
Zeus replied, saying, "Don't be
a fat-head. I'll send along
1 Cupid, that'll fix her."
Now Bacchus did enter: his
eyes were mightily bloodshot,
and his visage gray. "Behold,"
he said, "I got a hang-over, but
I had a wonderful time last
night. Oh, by the way, Zeus, I
wrecked a chariot of yours, I'll
pay you for it sometime. The
trouble is, I had too much nectar
and ambrosia. Boy, you shoulda
seen Apollo, he was spiflicated!"
And lo, my foot did now take
o upon itself to have a sleep, and
■ the God of pain did cause many
pins and needles to enter into
the flesh thereof, and I did
THE
MUSE
SUPPORT THE
BLOOD BANK
St. John's, Newfoundland, Thursday, December 13, 1951
No. 4
UBC Students To Receive
Reds For Academic Session
Canadian Universities Disagree Over Proposed Exchange
With Soviets
Meet
Hilary Vernon
By MARIE DARCY
The doorbell rang, a maid answered the call, and upon enquiry, pointed to a nearby room,
saying, "She's in there." The
room seemed empty, but in a
far corner a little bundle of
blonde and grey was curled up
in a cozy chair, engrossed in a
book. A knock on the door
brought a delicate white fact into view, and Miss Hilary Vernon emerged from her favourite occupation to greet ouxMuse
reporter.
Miss Vernon is a delightfully
charming person, displaying all
the graces of a story-book actress. She appears in real life
very much as her audiences see
her every week in the London
Theatre Company—a rather reserved, yet often vivaciously
captivating woman, capable of
portraying a great variety of
characters. }Miss Vernon seems
to live the roles she plays, for
one could note in her walk a
touch of "Jean" m "Tons | of
Money," the part she happened
to be doing at the time. But
this is only to be expected of an
actress whose career has had
more than a faint touch of a
fairy-tale whimsy.
(Continued on Page 4)
While attending a conference of the Communist dominated
International Union of Students in Warsaw last year, the Canadian
delegate, a pre-med student from the University of Montreal, hit
upon the idea of inviting twenty Russian college students to study
for a term in Canadian Universities, and sending, of course, twenty
Canadians to carry on their work in the Soviet Union. The Russians were willing to accept the invitation.
, , .—-,
When the delegate presented
his idea to the National Federation of Canadian University
Students, (of which Memorial is
not a member,) at their conference in London, Ontario last
month, it |was rejected. The
Federation claimed that Russia
would send practiced propagandists, probably even trained
spies, while the Canadian University students would be merely curious intellectuals. Their
decision proved the spark to
an explosion of controversy on
Canadian Campi.
Many suggested that any
student who would volunteer to
go to Russia would most likely
be inclined toward Communism
anyway. The student newspaper
at Acadia insisted that our students would not be capable or
arguing politically or economically with the Russian students.
M c G i 1 1 University stood
strongly behind the Warsaw delegates idea, and in a student
poll, voted heavily in favour of
the exchange. The University
of British Columbia disregarded
the NFCUS' decision, and cabled the Soviet Minister of Higher Education, with an invitation for three Russian students
to visit British Columbia.
Some time ago there had been
an exchange of Russian and
British University students, and
Denis Lazure, the man responsible for the uproar, speaking at
the McGill University Union
rooms, said he saw no reason
why the Canadian attempt
should not work out. "Know
your enemy," he said, "know
those with whom you must
deal in the world."
It seems that many before us
found out through sad experience, that dealing with a Russian is a practical impossibility.
By last week, many colleges
were gradually coming to the
support of Lazure's idea, and
college papers across Canada
sported editorials in favour of
the exchange of students. Now
that one or two have succeeded
in being quoted in leading magazines, many will support the
exchange merely for the sake of
being radical or different. Said
the University of Toronto's Varsity: "If Canadians are afraid to
admit foreign visitors, just because their ideas are diametrically opposed, then we have
lost our faith in Democratic
institutions." It should seem
move. So also did the garbage
cans move, and so did Apollo,
who was seated nearest the curtain. He ripped back the curtain and did behold me. 'Aha,
quoth he, "What have we here?
A mortal, by Gad. Have some
breakfast?" Verily, I have never
yet tasted of the God's Breakfast
and I was anxious and sore
tempted to dp so; but here, dust
and ashes be upon my head, I
awoke.
Council
Campaigns
For Cooperation
Last week the Students Representative Council opened
their long-planned campaign
for discipline in the college. At
the beginning of each year the
heads of the various departments are accustomed to address the freshmen students, explaining the rules of the Uni-
cersity, and their necessity.
There rules are promulgated,
but not rigidly enforced throughout the year. In some cases at
least, they are completely ignored. Last week the SRC decided to enforce the regulations,
and held a student assembly to
introduce the matter. The rules
were explained by Mr. Lewis,
regarding the Gymnasium, and
smoking in the building. There
were vague threats of what
would happen if students were
caught consistently ignoring the
rules, and this caused some aspect of rebellion. An honour
system would be much more
complimentary, certainly to
fourth year students, but probably would not work for all.
Therefore the radicals object to
being threatened with punitive
action. Certainly it was rather
tactless of the Council to introduce a picture of a student being arrigned before them for
disobeying the rules. If they
could contain themselves for a
week or two, and let the rules
settle among the students, and
then crack down on the few
who will always disobey, they
would not receive so much opposition. You cannot censure a
fourth year student because he
is resentful at being jotted down
in Mr. Dickinson's black book,
when caught with a cigarette
between the common-room and
the stairway. We sincerely urge
the SRC to drop their "lettres de
cachet" attitude; and give students a week to swallow their resentment before speaking of
punishments.
more logical to argue that we
Canadian students are afraid to
trust ourselves with the seasoned Communists that the Russians may well turn out to be,
and we are merely locking the
stable while the horse is still
there. This subject would be
excellent material for a debate,
when the Engineers return the
challenge they accepted last
week.
There might be some small
advantage gained through having a student from each University come back from Moscow to tell us of his adventures
there, but it could not measure
up to the damage that may be
done by Russian agents interesting some of our restless students
their ideoligies. It may seem
silly to call visiting University
students Communist agents, but
the best attitude to adopt towards our friends across the pool
is the "put-nothing-past-them"
attitude.
The Pre-Med
Social
Yes, folks, the great Pre-Med
Social is over for this year, and
what a social it was. Wednesday in the Annex, the ballroom
was gaily decorated, thanks to
Harold Megann and his followers, the theme designed by
Derm Duggan, the decorator at
Bowrings.
Johnnie Johnson's band made
their debut at Memorial, and
were especially good on the
Christmas numbers. The fun
started at eight thirty with a
grand march around the hall,
and you may have gotten a
chance to dance with unknown
people. Two vigirous Rhaspas
were played, the only refreshment going to Bob Shapter and
Eileen Greene, Don Whelan and
Mary Green. They had to drink
a bottle of milk from an authentic baby bottle. Naturally Bob
Shapter won this.
Professor Fraser presented
the football trophy to Fred
Bradbrook, the captain of the
Pre-Med championship team.
The Elimination Dance, won
by Pat Sumner and Tom Cahill,
resulted in a tortuous rendition of White Christmas, for
which they received two prizes.
It appears that Larry was
celebrating his birthday, also.
Someone heard him boasting of
his manhood, and we all sang
him happy returns.
The SRC succeeded in having
the fun prolonged until one
o'clock, and all the dancers appreciated the extra hour, especially on future socials.
The Pre-Meds again wish to
thank our genial Professor Fraser
and his wife who chaperoned
the social, and we suggest Ed
Quinlan take up toast-mastering-
Orchestra
Debuts At
Buckmasters
Field
The Music Makers of Memorial who received such a wonderful reception from the students at their dance in aid of the
drums a fortnight ago, turned
commercial and played their
first engagement at the Men's
Mess in Buckmaster's Field last
week.
The fee will still go to 'pay
for the drums, but from this on
the musicians can lavish the
wealth on themselves. The
orchestra members were rather
nervous over their first audience,
but received a wonderful reception at the Field. Jeannine
Farmer's singing was thoroughly enjoyed, and this time a work^
ing microphone did justice to
her voice.
The Music Makers plan another dance for the students
some time after the Christmas
break, and we hope all students
will be on hand to help them.